Strangers with Alcohol

At the risk of sounding vain and shallow, let me just say that the attendees of our very first Meet-Up Event fell “short” of my expectations. In fact, I’ve never seen so many vertically-challenged men in one place at one time! I was in awe of Ricca and Alex who handled themselves like true professionals and immediately went into work mode as if they were handling a press tour or tradeshow. Very impressive! I on the other hand, found it increasingly difficult to keep a straight face as I hid in a corner behind the fireplace and observed the scene around me. I was in disbelief of the singles pool I had inadvertently become submerged in. Clearly I needed a drink (or four) to make it through this night!

Now I know how this must sound, so before you write me off as completely pompous and superficial, I want to point out that I am fully aware that I too am far from perfect. Trust me I know I come with baggage and yes, I’m the first to admit that my looks have deteriorated a bit in the past year and that I could stand to lose at least 10 pounds. With that being said, there was no way that the strangers that had walked into our lives were people we would normally interact with on a social level. I’m all for expanding my horizons and keeping an open mind but I draw the line at diminutive, spiked-hair, squeaky-voiced men. I could see why some of these individuals were single and I was terrified at the notion that I was one of them.

Which brings me to Rob. At the risk of Rob someday finding his way to my blog, I will keep my thoughts about him to a minimum. Let’s just say he was tall, attractive and seemed normal so I eventually made my way over to him and away from all others. He was actually a really nice guy with a warm smile and perfect teeth. We talked and eventually exchanged numbers and just like that the night was no longer looking so bad. Meanwhile Ricca had migrated towards an incredibly attractive guy in a green v-neck shirt who she soon discovered had a terrible stuttering problem. She was so impressed by his good looks that she was able to ignore the speech impediment and instead focused on taking as many pictures as possible with the new object of her affection.

Before wrapping up our night, I managed to lose my keys only to discover them sitting on a table by the hammock where I had put them earlier while posing for a group photo. Crisis averted! It had been a long night so I said goodbye to all of the strangers with alcohol and ended the evening with my familiar friend, Ricca in an all too familiar manner… at Taco Bell!